Gallus gave Ri'vashi a sideways glance and then gave a nod to Meesei. "Good. I was hoping that it would be Lorag. He can take good care of it."

Though he didn't move from where he was standing, Gallus blinked towards the floor briefly and let out a small breath. "Something a bit more short term, now," Gallus continued, raising his face again. "I have been thinking about the gas and the remaining forces in the ruined stronghold. Our morale is low in camp, as you can probably tell. I have been trying to think of ways to improve it and...well, far be it from me to disrespect the ring, but we might have a use for it." Gallus tilted his head slightly. "I would hear both your opinions, but if we can scout the fortress with someone immune to the gas, check for hostiles, there is a chance that we could organise an effort to retrieve bodies. They might have gone into full retreat, what's left of them. And that gas that's already there...it ought to disperse eventually." Gallus gestured to Meesei. "It's something you could do when you get back to health or...otherwise."

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Fendros leaned back onto his hands where he was seated and let out a sigh onto the top of the tent. He curled his lips and closed his eyes for a short moment, before turning his eyes to Ahnasha again. "If I fell in battle, would you raise my corpse to fight? Even with the others watching?" Fendros looked determined to drive the point home, no matter Ahnasha's reaction. "Would you raise Rhazii?"